Title: Easy
By: goosie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David Hodges/Bobby Dawson
Warnings: More unhealthy relationship practices.
Status: 40 of 50 (csi50 challenge)
Summary: David views his world as a series of tests. Good thing he's not the one that has to take them.

For once it doesn't seem that he'll have to take his break alone. He realizes he has company on his way over to the coffee pot. Not particularly interesting company by the looks of it though. It's Bobby Dawson, the ballistics guy, the one that seems intent on keeping (his secrets) to himself. Seriously, David doesn't think he's ever seen the guy on a break.

"Dawson." He said by way of greeting taking a seat on the other end of the couch Bobby was occupying.

"Oh, hey Hodges." Bobby's smile is friendly and apparently holding back a mouthful of candy.

Skittles-- he can tell by the smell of the other man's breath. They sit in silence for a while. It's late and there isn't anything particularly riveting on TV but Bobby seemed intent on flipping through the mess all the same.

"I didn't think you ever tore yourself from your lab." David says finally. He's never been good with silences. They make him nervous. He always ends up wondering what the other is thinking or thinking too much himself.

Bobby laughs nervously. He always does that David's noticed. Not that they've talked much but when they do there's always this nervous laugh coming from the man. It makes David wonder what it is Bobby Dawson has to be nervous about. "I take breaks." He says simply his drawl slow and relaxed further hindered by the seeming constant presence of fruit flavored bits. "We jus' miss each other is all." He shrugs.

David hums noncommittally, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. His eyes drop to Bobby's lap and the little red package in his hand. The ballistics tech gives him an odd look as if sizing him up. Then Bobby's biting his lip looking down at his precious candy.

"Y'want some?" He says simply finally looking up at David.

David has to fight to keep from laughing and just smirks instead. "Sure." He wants to add that they must be something if they way Bobby is munching over there was any indication but he doesn't. And a nervous laugh and a handful of Skittles is the all he gets for his trouble. Not that he's all that disappointed by either.

*******

David pops another one of Bobby's french fries in his mouth. "Fancy meeting you here, Dawson."

"Uh... yeah."

There's that laugh again and David finds himself smirking as he takes a seat across from the man, promptly pilfering another of the man's fries. Chili and cheese—the man has good taste. If Bobby minds he can't tell although he is looking at him strangely. When neither of them has anything to say Bobby is the one that breaks the silence this time.

"So..." He says, his large sickeningly naive eyes watching him carefully. "What's up, Hodges?"

Those damned eyes. David found himself wondering what it would take to get them to look even the littlest bit less childlike then they are now.

"Oh nothing. Just passing through." He says.

"Oh." Bobby reaches for another of his fries and David pulls the plate away taking one himself.

Bobby frowns but he doesn't say anything.

"So... Bobby, what do you have planned today?"

The man actually seemed stunned. David isn't sure if it's because of the question or the fact that he had actually just referred to him by his first name.

"I... uh... really didn't have anything planned." He says slowly watching as David leisurely makes short work of his food.

It doesn't take long before Bobby sighs and orders another plate for himself. David doesn't even bother to suppress his snicker of triumph.

*******

David can't help but noticed the look the other man is giving him.

"What?"

He's pouting. David bets that he doesn't even realize he's doing it. It's rather ridiculous. Bobby Dawson is all curly, blond hair and big brown eyes. Those traits aside, he's still a grown man. Hell, David doesn't usually tolerate pouting of any sort from anyone. But there's something almost rewarding about this. Dawson's been doing it a lot lately too.

David cocks a brow. "Bobby, what is it?" He says as if actually speaking to a child.

"Nothin'." He takes his popcorn and starts off toward the theater.

"Oh come on. You're pouting like a two year old."

"I am not."

His accent's getting thicker—damned liar.

"Yes you are." David's grin is fiendish.

Bobby sighs and he's probably pouting even more though David can't tell as he's stuck staring at the man's back and hunched shoulders.

"It's jus'..."

"Yes?"

He's fidgeting. David can't help being amused.

"I always pay."

"Of course you do."

This causes the ballistics tech to pause and turn around slowly. He was right; he was still pouting—or frowning. David prefers pouting. It's just more satisfying in his mind.

"I have an ex-wife and a cat to support. You..." He says tapping Bobby square on the chest. "Do not."

Bobby rolls those pretty eyes. "I got a cat."

David just sticks his hand in the other man's popcorn and walks around him.

"Of course you do." He says popping a few kernels in his mouth.

*******

Bobby's giggling. Much like a teenaged girl actually.

"C'mon it's your turn." David says as he hands him the dice.

The blond rolls a little more sloppily then he had about an hour ago. David's guesses that's what happens when you introduce an avid beer drinker to vodka. Bobby is completely drunk off his ass while David is only experiencing a pleasant buzz. Must be the Russian in his blood. Bobby may have Irish in his but while they maybe known for the amount of liquor consumed in a sitting they aren't that well known for holding it.

"Uh oh." David grins rubbing his hands together gleefully. "Looks like Park Place, Dawson and with that hotel it would seem that you owe me..." he says looking at the deed in question. "A shit load of money."

Bobby looks up at him pitifully.

"Well..." David says leaning back in his seat taking a sip of his drink. "Maybe we can work something out. We're friends right? I wouldn't want you out of the streets, Bobby."

Bobby looks a little hopeful albeit wary at that. Good boy, he's learning.

David sets his drink down, his hands going for the button of his pants. He's pleased by the way those brown eyes widen at the sight.

"Oh come on, Bobby I'm sure this won't be the first time for you." He snickers. "It's okay. I won't tell a soul."

If Bobby's face hadn't already been flushed from the alcohol David is positive it would be now. The Georgian looks David right in the eyes then down at his hands again as he pulls down his zipper.

"C'mon, Bobby-Doll..." David drawls. "Rent isn't going to pay it's self."

Bobby licks his lips and with a hesitant nod he slowly drops down to his knees.

About half way through and David is more then sure that this isn't Bobby's first go at this. His fingers tighten on the handful of curls and he has to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud. When he's done, Bobby swallows it all down not wasting a single drop leaving yet another secret for David to clutch onto victoriously.

*******

Bobby hasn't been able to look him in the eyes for the past three days. Not that David's really all that bothered by it. But it's that Bobby makes such an obliviously obvious show of not doing so that's bugging him.

"Cut it out." David says as he snatches the bag of Skittles from the other man's hand taking a few.

"'M sorry," Brown eyes looking pitiful yet again.

"For what?" He replies with a roll of his own and hands the little package back to him.

Bobby just smiles at him shyly. And is that a blush?

"I've got work to do." David says ignoring it completely. "You can buy me breakfast after shift."

"Okay." Bobby nods his smile getting larger as he turns and heads back to his lab.

*******

It's David who's drunk and giggling a few nights later. He's off and he's demanded that Bobby be off too, so after a bit of poking and prodding Bobby calls in.

He can tell that the last place Bobby's wants to be is a bar—especially this one. The music is loud and the people louder. And that asshole over in the corner has been eyeing him since he got there. It might have something to do with the ways he's been clinging to Bobby the whole time though.

It's not long before David does something stupid and to his surprise... only not so much... Bobby has to come to his rescue. That's been happening a lot lately. Bobby had given him those damned brown eyes and had whined about it being the last time... last time but nonetheless he doesn't hesitate when the time comes.

Bobby gets a split lip, a bruised hand, a promise that David would never do anything like that yet again, and a drunk and sloppy hand job in the front seat of his truck for his efforts. David figures it's a fair enough trade off.

*******

David believes that has to be the first time that they've ever fought about anything. He's shocked to say the least. Odd being that he had done all the yelling. It was just maddening. Bobby would drive him insane one day he was sure of it.

He called the man everything but the child of god and all he could do was walk around pouting like a damned wounded puppy. If he'd had a fucking problem he could've just said something about it. But he doesn't he just looks at him with those damned eyes and hunched shoulders and leaves it alone until it had turns into this mess.

David wonders for the thousandth time if there's any way to get those eyes to look a little less childlike then they always are.

He gets his answer once he shoves his way inside the other man. Bobby nearly arches off the bed at the abrupt invasion howling at the ceiling as David pushes in to the hilt. David finds that if he trusts a certain way he can get Bobby to say the filthiest things--that little innocent southern boy exterior melting away to nothingness.

The harder the fucks him the louder he gets, begging and clinging to him. Those damned eyes darker and lust filled and David has never been more pleased. He wants more and David gives it to him hard enough to hurt him he figures even if Bobby never asks him to stop. And when Bobby comes it's probably the most beautifully debauched thing David has ever seen. All tensed muscles and breathless moans ending in a boneless heap of depravity.

David doesn't even bother to move after collapsing on the man but he's sure Bobby doesn't mind. Bobby never minds.